I feel the sentiment of the following quote in a small way, often, about my writing and my poems especially. The ones I think are the best receive relatively little attention. The ones I consider mediocre seem to find greater acceptance among readers. Continue reading
On an open-source social media in a far, far realm of virtual space, where only plain text finds a place upon a user’s wall, where the mark of a writer is the strength of his word, did appear these brief and simple lines lauding that plane supporting the tools of tongue and trade.
And here may you, who were, among all mankind, the recipients of that missive containing these lines, speak to their creator.
Be you worthy, beware your speaking, and bear well your privilege.
The Missus chose to go see the latest X-Men movie over the US’ debut in the World Cup against Ghana. Is that right and proper?
In the pool today, 1900 meters. I can tell my resistance is building up, didn’t feel as wasted afterwards as before. Teacher let me swim at will, which also helps. Continue reading
That’s recent pieces, John, not Reece’s Pieces. Some people think only of chocolate. Not me. Nope, not at all.
This quatrain, posted yesterday on The Fellowship Room, has garnered a bit of attention, “Your Bible Version.”
The authors group on FB has been growing slowly but surely, seems to be taking off now. It’s a place to find out what’s being published in the brotherhood. Worth your while if you’re on FB. The UPLift group is another growing one—why can’t people just sign up to my site or list? (I created the UPLift logo all by my lonesome, one of the coolest visuals I’ve ever done. Whatcha think of it?) Continue reading
A Blessed Fourth to all Americans. The Missus and I may share a little something later in the day. Keep an eye peeled in between burgers.
Speaking of which, it’s veggie burgers, new recipe, and potato salad for the two of us today. I’m doing some work today, but from home, with a slower pace. Continue reading
A church bulletin I received this week featured a friend’s article. I forwarded the bulletin on to my friend, who would not have otherwise known that they had published his article. He thanked me and seemed pleased, and I was glad to have encouraged him, if indeed it did.
In reply, I wrote him and said this: It may not work for others this way, but I usually feel more motivated and inspired to do more and better writing when I see that others use my material or benefit in some way from what I have written. Continue reading
Here’s what the reviewer wrote (I’ll not link to him for kindness’ sake): Continue reading
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time. A schedule is a mock-up of reason and order—willed, faked, and so brought into being; it is a peace and a haven set into the wreck of time; it is a lifeboat on which you find yourself, decades later, still living. Each day is the same, so you remember the series afterward as a blurred and powerful pattern.